Thursday, May 26, 2011

I love peonies. Absolutely love them. Maybe because they represent the onset of summer; maybe because my grandma had so many that I used to lose count when I ran through them as a little kid. Either way, you can't argue with how beautiful they are.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

This past week, while I was visiting family out of state, I went to visit my deceased paternal grandparents at their graveside. Anyone who knew my paternal 'Gram' knew her for a handful of reasons: her home-made baked goods, her crocheted afghans and most importantly, her skillful green thumb. Needless to say, her azalea bushes are still in bloom; five years after she's been gone.